Torrential showers,
vanilla honey scent and whispered poems—
when the world’s half asleep
and the clouds dissipate into a thousand pieces,
these are moments when I want to feel again, to recount
grip and sighs and steam.
His mouth is as soft as November fields,
as autumnal gossamer,
as russet tapestries darting across contours and curves;
no matter what I do, I cannot stop thinking,
wheatish skin susceptible to ache that burns inside of him,
sometimes calm like a glass flat sea
and at other wild as windswept trees,
I almost gasp at the intensity of it.
I recognize the feeling,
the disarming allure of fuchsia, of handwritten notes
and soft goodnights— dirt is dirt
but then again so is scent,
arousing everything there is in sight,
I could easily become lost
were it not for image etched into subconscious—
he has that look that tells me everything without him needing
to say a word,
silence exchanged in a heartbeat;
tell me, am I the stranger you always knew you’d find?
Bergamot dew,
humility of evening prayers,
memory is something we feel right there in the moment.
Photo credits: Rocky mountains by Joshua Woroniecki, Unsplash
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This is intensely beautiful and enchanting, Sanaa! So many favourite lines:
‘vanilla honey scent and whispered poems—
when the world’s half asleep’
– these words are so soothing, like a lullaby: dreamy 🥰
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I agree with Ingrdi above and those honeyed lines I wish I’d written!
A super sensual poem which ends with a bang!
“Bergamot dew,
humility of evening prayers,
memory is something we feel right there in the moment.”
Thank you so much, my dearest Laura 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
I’m entranced by “memory is something we feel right there in the moment.”
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
I was going to pick out a favourite line and then there were so many it got silly. I love your use of scent here, Sanaa, and that autumnal semantic field. Lush and romantic.
Thank you so much, Sarah 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“Tell me, am I the stranger you always knew you’f find” really hooked me. Only once was I that stranger, and the bonding has endured the decades.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I really do love poetry about nature. Wonderful.
Thank you so much, Ain 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
I love how you describe so well that ineffable, feeling, that “silence exchanged in a heartbeat,” when we recognize a memory while steeped in a moment with one we love! 💞
Thank you so much, my dearest Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
A person could get drunk on a poem like this. What a whiff of rapture. It makes recall everything.
That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This is beautiful, sensuous, urgent, and so wonderfully engaging! So very rich with sensory images. You do not disappoint Sanaa — wow.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Such a great intense and sensual poem. You have shared these feeling so well. Love is the very best memory one can experience!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Ingeniously beautiful (as usual), Sanaa.
<3
David
Thank you so much, David 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Sanaa- your words always delight and this poem especially so.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“tell me, am I the stranger you always knew you’d find?”
Wow!
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️